Month: March 2002

The cake had cooled enough that the giant dome had come down to be a bit more level. I got brave and got out my Tupperware cake tote thingie and flipped the cake on to the bottom of the carrier. It almost all came out too! Just a little stuck in one corner. I tasted that part – yummmm…

It’s still warm, so I am going to wait until the morning to frost it – although I might do the “crumb layer” now as Sabby suggested. That way it has a chance to set before I frost the rest. I’m feeling a bit more Betty Crocker-like now. Whew! My reputation of being a Betty Crocker Wannabe might come out unscathed!

The cake is in the oven – something yummy like “Chocolate Butter Fudge”. Smells delicious. The cream cheese and the chocolate frostings are ready & waiting. Now, one question… how do I get the thing out of the pan & frosted? Well, the obvious is how to get it out of the pan – but I am not a cake baker. Normally I cheat and just frost it in the pan! I want to do it right, and I could use some tips! Should I take it out of the pan 30 minutes after it comes out of the oven? Or wait until the morning? How about frosting it without getting crumbs all over? Any tips or tricks you want to share?

By the way, I licked the beaters. After I used them, as I was cleaning up. If I die of salmonella poisoning, you’ll know why. Any other beater lickers out there? I’ve always done it. To me, it’s just not baking if you don’t like the beaters! Betty Crocker would be so ashamed…

Update: It’s out of the oven, and the edges are a little darker then they should be. I need to get an oven thermometer, I think this oven runs hot. Anyways, it’s also mounded up quite high in the middle. Uh oh! Now I’m worried that when I flip it out of the pan it will break into 2 pieces! Eek! Maybe it will “deflate” as it cools. Oh Betty Crocker, please have mercy on me…

There was a post here for about 2 minutes. It was full of babble about things I haven’t thought about in close to 6 months. I realized that my rambling just might make it sound like I did actually think about it. So I deleted it. That said, I like me, I don’t dwell on the past, and if you have something negative to say in my comments leave an e-mail address or URL, and remember that if I feel like it’s too mean I just might delete it. In case you wondered, I am in a GREAT mood, because there is nothing more wonderful then the smell of warm clean laundry & chocolate cake in the oven…

So out of nowhere someone who decided to call herself “Sandra” posted on an entry from last October. It was obvious that she had read this first page though, because she was loving enough to write “Not only are you a total fatty (size 12-16 my ass! More like 22/24 from the photos I’ve seen)” She went on to say how I should leave my ex-husband alone. Short version, the post was about how I contacted him after 9/11 to see if he was ok and if he had been deployed. My interests went no further then that. Wife #3 freaked, thought I was trying to steal her man. I’m starting to think Sandra must be a friend of wife #3 from comments like “Why do you dwell on this so much when you should be having a life” and “Get off your high horse and move on honey because he certainly has and did a lot better! I think that is what the real issue here is anyway.”

Uh, I got divorced over 9 years ago. I moved on way back then as he was already dating wife #2 and even though he suggested, more then once, that we should get back together *I* had no interest in that whatsoever. But it completely cracks me up that this woman writes FIVE MONTHS after I made a post that I should stop dwelling on it. Hello? Have I even mentioned it in five months? NO. Because I don’t dwell on it. He caused all of the issues with wife #3 by telling her for whatever reason that he thought I wanted him back – FAR from reality. Matter of fact, a year ago when he suggested it I replied “have you grown 4 inches yet?” Outside of all of the other HUGE issues that ended our marriage, the fact that he is the same height as me was an issue in and of itself.

As I sit her in size 12 pants and a large sweater I have to laugh over the 22/24 comment. The largest clothing size I ever purchased was a size 18 top when I was 8 months pregnant. Anyone that has EVER met me in person can verify that a size 22 is not anything I have ever worn in the past 32 years of my life.

So, the point of this babbling? Who knows. I probably shouldn’t even post it because I have only thought of my ex-husband once in the past 5 months and that was when my cousin was involved in conflict in Afghanistan. Maybe it’s the “total fatty” comment, and how much it bugs me. Because, as I posted yesterday, I LIKE ME. I am quite happy right where I am. Would I like to be more tone? Yes. But I have no desire at all to be a twig.

So Sandra? I hope that the ex & his wife #3 are happy. I hope she somehow found some trust for him, as it was evident from her e-mails last fall that she had none. I hope she has gotten a clue somewhere in the past 5 months and realized that I have no need for her man. If I had wanted him, I would have kept him 10 years ago. He’s a nice guy, I wish him nothing but the best in the world. As for me? I’m not dwelling on it, haven’t in 10 years. I felt concern for someone. I’m not in a relationship right now by choice – I want to move in a year, is there really any point in dating someone here? No. Thank you for your feedback. Next time read a bit more and see the big picture before you jump down my throat though, ok?